Dear Mr Producer by Estella Dawn Lyrics

It’s gonna be your blood
It’s gonna be your blood
It’s gonna be your blood not mine x2
You’ve made up your mind
The only talent I possess is
Wasting your time right now
You lick your lips and salivate
Tell me you can elevate me
To something better something new now
Can I whisper something
You’re puffing on my house 
So I’m coming right out
They say don’t bite the hand that feeds yah
Well I’ve always been scrappy 
Once I smell fear on your mind
It’s gonna be your blood
It’s gonna be your blood not mine 
You sit me in a booth
Show me where I’m failing
Cuz my followings minute 
But as soon as I start making 
Bеtter hits, fill my lips
Lose a couple off my hips
Thеn I should call you 
Can I tell you something
You’re puffing on my house 
So I’m coming right out
They say don’t bite the hand that feeds yah
Well I’ve always been scrappy 
Once I smell fear on your mind
It’s gonna be your blood
It’s gonna be your blood not mine
Yeah
Oh it’s gonna be 
It’s gonna it’s be gonna be 
It’s gonna be gonna be yeah

They say don’t bite the hand that feeds yah
Well I’ve always been scrappy 
Once I smell fear on your mind
It’s gonna be your blood
Not mine
Not mine